The Other Side
                        by 976-SMUT

I was lying on the bed and my eyes were closed tightly. Through
the darkness I could see what looked like flashes of light and
swirling colors. The colors and lights were circularly receding
from me and the only sound I could detect was a droning, a
mumbling that I could not make out. It may have been a voice or a
mechanical noise; I wasn't sure. As the colors swirled clockwise,
and I felt as though I was rotating counter clockwise. Falling.
Drifting away. The pitch of the soft noise was increasing and
decreasing with what seemed to be a random rate. I felt very warm
and comfortable. I think I was asleep. If not, I was getting
there very quickly. It was a dreamlike state. The consciousness
that you reach just before falling asleep. You are aware that you
are awake, but cannot move, even if you wanted to.

Slowly, thoughts would enter my mind and start to take shape,
only to be replaced by others before they were fully formed. I
could still feel my body drifting in space and time in that
twilight of the mind. The space behind the swirling colors was as
pitch black as I could ever imagine. The colors were fading into
the darkness and I felt as though I was almost in the middle of
the rotating mass. I could not move, even though I tried. My arms
and legs were as heavy as lead. I didn't want to wake up, if
indeed I was asleep. I felt very warm and comfortable. Very warm
and comfortable. Very comfortable. 

I didn't want to move, but I could feel part of me start to move.
It was my prick that started to move. I could feel it start to
harden. Starting to rise and harden. It felt warm and comfortable
as it started to harden. I wasn't touching it at all and it was
starting to get really hard. It felt very good as it got hard.
Very good and very hard. I could feel it tingling as it hardened.
My prick was getting as hard as a rock. As hard as it had ever
been. I could feel it getting so hard and thick. I could feel the
blood rushing towards the tip of my prick. So hard, and I liked
the feeling.

I didn't want to move at all because I was feeling so good! Tiny
shivers caressed by whole body and I could feel a light tingling
all over. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. I could
see the darkness ahead of me; pitch darkness! My prick was moving
slightly back and forth. It felt so warm and so good. I could
feel the foreskin move on its own as my prick kept searching for
freedom from the skin that bound it to me. My cockhead would slip
out of its covering for just a second and then slip back down
inside again slowly. In and out it went as darkness encircled me.
In and out, up and down it went. I was so relaxed. So calm in my
cocoon of darkness and warmth.

My prick was getting warmer as the blood flowed to it and it also
felt somewhat moist. That was alright with me. The warmth
encircled my hard prick and the tingling was getting more
intense. I could feel my ballsack getting tighter as my cockhead
started pulsating. The feeling of cum was starting to build in my
hard balls and I could feel it start to rise in my prick. Each
time my cockhead poked out of the foreskin, the cum would rise a
little further along its path towards freedom. I felt so good at
this point. So tired that I couldn't move. Just my prick was
moving and my body was tingling. The wet warmth around my prick
continued as I felt ready to explode. Tiny points of light
appeared in front of me in the darkness. I was powerless to stop
the feeling.

My prick was slipping quite freely in and out of my foreskin and
with every jerk the cum got closer to the top of its travel. I
was powerless to stop it, even if I wanted to. In and out, in and
out went my prick. Each time it emerged there was a greater
tingling in my balls! I was ready to cum. I didn't want to wake
up and have the feeling stop. I couldn't wake up! I was ready to
shoot. It was coming, coming coming closer, closer, coming...
I was shooting all my hot cum into that warm moist darkness. Gobs
of cum that just kept shooting. Shooting into the darkness. The
colors started to swirl again and the tiny points of light would
appear and disappear just as quickly. I was still shooting my
cum; more than I had ever shot before in my life and it felt so
good to shoot it as far as I could. My prick was jerking before
each shot of warm cum. Not just dripping but shooting with great
force!

The colors were receding from me and my mind was floating as I
imagined a warm mouth on my prick, taking all of that cum into
it. Milking my prick dry. Tingling and pulsating as my body
floated downward. I could almost make out a silhouette before me
for a fleeting moment. I was floating in a deep sleep, in dark
space. I didn't want to wake up.

Although I was comfortable, I was getting thirsty, very very
thirsty. I looked through the darkness but could not see anything
to drink. I kept staring and soon imagined a very large glass of
liquid with a piece of garden hose sticking out of it. I was able
to position my mouth over the hose and started slowly sucking on
it. The hose kept slipping from my mouth and because I could not
get the strength to lift my arms, the hose would start slipping
from my mouth. I would open my mouth and slide my lips over the
hose and start sucking as it slowly slipped down my lips. I was
very thirsty and kept trying to reach the golden nectar in the
glass but could not quite reach it. There was a slightly salty
taste as I started but the more I sucked, the smoother and richer
the nectar became. It tasted just like honey and I relished the
taste. I had never tasted this before but found myself wanting
more. I swallowed the nectar until the glass was empty and
sucking would bring no more. I felt full and very relaxed, very
relaxed and tired.

My asshole started twitching in the most enjoyable way. A light
warm breeze touched the pink hole. I could almost feel a pressure
there as though I had to go to the bathroom. I was starting to
feel full and warm there. It was wet and slippery as though
something was probing me, probing my asshole. It felt good
though. I wouldn't think that it would, but it did. It was a
strange feeling. I could feel my muscles there begin to expand
and contact slowly and I felt so full. I remembered when I was
young and I would get an enema hose put in there. It felt the
same way, only larger. The slippery thing went in and out,
accelerating as it slid in and out. It was quite moist and warm.
I could feel myself tighten my ass muscles around the thick tube
to try to catch it and hold it in place as it went further inside
me. It belongs there I thought. I like that feeling I told
myself. I can do to my body what I want and this is something
that I wanted.

The warmth flooded my insides as I was able to catch and stop the
tube from moving. I felt at home with it there. I wanted it there
and it felt right to have it there in my warm ass. As my thoughts
clouded, the feeling in my ass subsided and I started floating
again. I was sleepy, very very sleeping and did not want to wake
up at all. I was at peace.

This dreamlike state lasted for a while; how long I'm not sure. I
could feel myself wanting to wake up now. The colors and lights
were swirling the opposite direction now. I felt really good and
rested. My thoughts were cloudy and I was having trouble
remembering what had just occurred. The harder I tried to
remember, the further these memories receded from my
consciousness. How long had I been asleep, if in fact I HAD been
asleep? Why couldn't I remember... remember what? What was I
trying to remember. My mind was a blank, except that I felt
really comfortable and relaxed. My eyelids were not as heavy as
they had been a minute ago. I must have been asleep because I
found myself waking up on the couch and the television was on. My
roomate was in the chair watching tv intently. He turned towards
me and said "You must have fallen asleep. You were mumbling. Were
you dreaming?" As much as I tried, I could not remember dreaming
at all. I must have just dozed off. Hmmm just another day of
laying around with nothing to do. But I felt really good!